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The next morning, Rebecca brought Parker back to Brennan's apartment and left him with his father. Brennan had returned to work and so that left Booth alone until Parker came back. When Parker had arrived, Booth had carried his son's bag in to the guest bedroom. "Hey you can see she has a really nice guest room. That bed is better than the one I have at my apartment."

Impressed, Parker stared at the bed, "Wow, I've never slept on a bed that big before."

Patting his son's shoulder, Booth smiled, "Yeah, I was an adult before I slept on one that big."

Laughing Parker stared up his father, "Wow, you're kind of big. Wasn't it hard sleeping on a small bed? I bet you were happy when you got a bigger bed."

Not fond of the reminder, Booth shook his head, "Tell me about it."

That afternoon, Booth was sitting in the living room trying to concentrate on a ball game when he felt his head start to hurt. Not wanting to frighten his son, Booth tried to ignore it. As the hours progressed he realized that he was in a lot of pain and he couldn't ignore it any longer.

Trying to appear calm, Booth patted his son's shoulder, "Parker, you're old man needs a nap. Will you be okay by yourself for a little while?"

Concerned, Parker nodded his head, "Oh yeah, I brought some games with me. I can play with those. Dad, do you . . . do you want me to call Bones?"

Squeezing his son's shoulder, Booth stood and waited for a wave of dizziness to pass. "No, I'm fine. . . . If you need anything come and get me. It'll be alright. I just need to close my eyes for a while."

Trying to appear nonchalant, Booth walked slowly across the room and entered his and Brennan's bedroom. Closing the door behind, him, he walked over to the bed and carefully laid down. Drawing his knees up, he placed his hands on the sides of his head and groaned softly.

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Arriving home, Brennan found Parker sitting on the floor in front of the her bedroom door. As soon as she entered the apartment, Parker stood up quickly and ran over to Brennan. "Bones, Dad went to take a nap three hours ago and he . . . I think something's wrong. He was moaning and when I heard it I went into the room and I asked him if he was okay and he tried to answer me but Bones he couldn't he was kind of jerking and . . ."

Calmly, Brennan placed her hands on Parker's shoulders and assured him,"Parker, you need to calm down. The headaches and the jerking are normal and to be expected. There isn't anything for you to worry about. I'll go check on him. I would appreciate it if you would pour me a glass of tea and I'll come get it as soon as I check on your father. Can you do that for me?"

On the verge of tears, Parker asked her, "So he's okay? He's not . . ."

A smile for him, Brennan hugged the boy, "Yes, he is. He's fine."

Relieved, Parker stared at Brennan and then left her side and walked into the kitchen. Brennan, placing her purse down on the coffee table walked into the bedroom to find Booth lying on the bed in a fetal position. Walking rapidly around the bed, she knelt next to the bed and observed him holding his head in his hands and gently rocking his body.

Her hands on his arms, Brennan spoke, "Booth, is this a headache?"

Opening his eyes so that they were mere slits, he gasped, "Yes."

Brushing his hair back from his sweat soaked forehead, Brennan asked, "Booth, did you take anything for the headache?"

He knew he'd made a mistake and admitted it, "No, I thought it was just . . . I just laid down and then . . . I couldn't get up. I was dizzy. I tried, but . . . I was too dizzy and I didn't want to scare Parker . . . "

"Parker said he saw you jerking, did you have a seizure?"

Nodding his head, Booth admitted that too, "I didn't know he saw that. He came in to check on me and I asked him to go back into the living room . . . God my head hurts so much."

Standing, Brennan walked over to the dresser and retrieved his pain medication. Carrying it and a bottle of water that she had placed on the dresser that morning back to the bed she handed him a pill. Knowing he needed the pill, Booth placed a hand down and pushed himself up. Placing the pill in his mouth, he chased it down with water. "I scared Parker. Maybe it was a mistake to let him stay here."

Grimly, Brennan responded, "No, it isn't a mistake Booth. We just need to explain to him that you're recovering from major surgery and that you're going to have headaches and it's possible that you might have seizures. You've been very lucky and the anti-seizure medicine you've been taking has controlled most of that so far. I think you may have pushed yourself too far today. You have to rest. Parker's old enough to understand that, Booth. I think we should let Parker decide whether or not he wants to go back home. Don't send him away because you're tying to protect him. I don't think he will appreciate it. He wants to be here with you."

Lying back down, Booth complained, "This whole thing sucks. One minute I'm well and the next minute I'm a defect. I'm sorry that you got stuck with me like this. Maybe I should let Pops come and get me. I mean, he can baby sit me and you won't have to wear yourself out . . ."

Furious at his self pity but understanding he was thinking of her, Brennan placed her hand over his mouth to stop him, "I'm not stuck with you and I want you to stop saying your defective. I don't like it and I really want you to stop saying it. Do you understand? I love you Booth and I want you here. I don't want you staying with Hank. It will just cause me more anxiety if I can't check on you like I want to. You don't want to do that do you?"

Removing her hand from his mouth, he kissed the palm of her hand, "No, I don't want to do that. I'm just feeling sorry for myself, Bones. Just ignore me.I'm being a pain in the ass right now and I know it."

Her love for him strong, Brennan leaned over and kissed him, "I'll go get Parker and we'll talk to him."

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Entering the room, Parker found his father lying on the bed. Moving around the bed, he stood next to his father and quietly asked him, "Are you alright, Dad?"

Concerned for his son, Booth reached out and grabed his left hand, "I'm sorry Parker. I had a headache and a small seizure. I should have warned you that I have those once in awhile, mostly when I'm really tired. I need to take naps and I didn't take any today. I'm sorry I scared you. If you want to go home you can. I won't force you to stay here if you don't want to."

Swallowing, Parker asked, "Can I stay if I want to? You're aren't going to send me home are you? I want to stay."

Relieved that the boy wasn't afraid, Booth smiled, "No, of course not. If you want to stay then you can. I just don't want you to be scared that's all."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Parker shook his head, "I won't be. I want to stay and take care of you. Please let me stay Dad."

His hand on his son's shoulder, Booth responded, "You don't need to take care of me, Parker, but I would like you to stay and keep me company if that's alright."

Leaning down and hugging his father, Parker responded, "I love you, Dad."

Glad that his son wanted to stay, Booth glanced at Brennan, "I love you too Parker."

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So what do you think of my story? It may seem kind of down right now; but, he'll get better. I'm just exploring the things he went through after his surgery that we didn't get to see or even hear about on the show.